You see--but what's the use ?" continued the doctor.

"You had changed.

My picture of the girl I had seen in the Highlands that day never changed and never will change." The doctor's keen gray eyes burned into hers for a moment.

A slight flush came to her cheek and she found herself embarrassed for want of words.
Her embarrassment was relieved by the sound of hoofs pounding down the trail.
"Hello, who's this ?" said the doctor, as they stood watching the horseman approaching at a rapid pace and accompanied by a cloud of dust.
Nearer and nearer he came, still on the gallop till within a few yards of the group.
"My!" cried Moira.

"Whoever he is he will run us down!" and she sprang into her place in the democrat.
Without slackening rein the rider came up to the Stopping Place door at a full gallop, then at a single word his horse planted his four feet solidly on the trail, and, plowing up the dirt, came to a standstill; then, throwing up his magnificent head, he gave a loud snort and stood, a perfect picture of equine beauty.
"Oh, what a horse!" breathed Moira.